Title: Move Along – Prologue

Author: Domlover89

Date: 12/11/2006

Rating: T/PG-13 for now

Category: AU, Drama, Slight Angst, Humor, Romance

Warnings: some language?

Spoilers: Anything that's been aired in the US.

Pairing: Cally/Hotdog, Kara/Lee, Helo/Athena

Disclaimers: Not mine. Don't sue. Am poor.

Summary: AU. A few months after the escape from New Caprica, the crew of Galactica are trying to pick up the pieces of their lives. Cally's husband Chief Galen Tyrol was a casualty of the exodus. Now she must find her place again among the Galactica's crew and make a better future for her son.

Note: Hi, this is my first BSG story. I am in several BSG rpgs, but this is the first time I'm trying my hand at an actual fic. You might notice that my Cally is a little AU from the show. That's because I've been playing her in rpgs since before she really had a personality on the show. This does not mean any offense and it does not mean that I don't love Cally on the show.

My sister also writes BSG fics and plays in BSG rpgs. If any of you have read her stories you might notice some similarities between our characters, our original characters, nicknames we use, etc. I am not stealing them and she is always the first one to read anything I write.

Feedback is always welcome, but PLEASE don't flame me. I really want to know if you like my story and I can accept constructive criticism, but if you just hate my story then you don't have to read it.

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Location: The Flight Deck

Battlestar Galactica

Olivia "Cally" Calvin Tyrol stood watching as the vipers and raptors were moved around the Flight Deck. It used to amaze her, knowing that this ship never slept, but that was before the attacks. She was used to it by now. After being called to alert every thirty-three minutes, Cally was used to anything. This was where she spent the majority of her day. She loved mending vipers. Raptors, however, were NOT her territory.

"Chief." Cally heard someone call from her left, but didn't move she just stared straight ahead lost in thought. It wasn't until the second time the person called out for Chief that Cally remembered Chief was dead. It had been almost six months now and she still forgot sometimes. Chief Galen Tyrol, Cally's husband, had been killed shortly after the occupation of New Caprica began leaving Cally behind with their son Nikolas. During the past few months Cally had tried to recover from the death of her husband while doing her duty on the Flight Deck and being what she considered a decent mother. It wasn't an easy task, but she had help.

"Chief." Cally's head shot to the left and her eyes locked with a very amused looking Janelle Seelix. The woman, who Cally had hated since her first day on Galactica, saluted her and smiled. "I was just wondering…"

"Did you just call me Chief?" Cally asked. She couldn't keep her eye from twitching as irritation filled her voice.

Seelix grinned. "Yes, sir. That is your official title now."

Cally growled. "No, Admiral Adama offered me the position as Chief of the Deck and I…declined!"

Seelix was obviously biting her lip to hold back a laugh. She was silent for a moment as she fought for control of her amusement. "I was told that you were promoted." Her voice shook uncontrollably. "And that I should give these to you." She smiled widely, showing off her perfect teeth, and tried to hand Cally a stack of write-ups.

Cally jumped backwards. "Oh, no, I am NOT the Chief. I declined."

Seelix simply nodded. "Of course." She placed the stack of write-ups in Cally's hands before dashing off across the Flight Deck.

Cally growled loudly as she looked down at the scribbled write-ups in her hands. She distinctly remembered turning the Admiral down…three times. She just KNEW he wouldn't try and force her to be the Chief when she had told him only yesterday, the day before, and the day before that when he approached her on the subject, that she thought she couldn't handle the position. Cally snorted, yeah right, more like she didn't WANT to handle the position. Then she would have to deal with every frakker on the deck. Staring at Seelix's retreating form, Cally stomped her foot on the ground hard. "I HATE her, that frakking toaster collaborator. We should've flushed her with Jammer."

"And no, Nik, you should not be listenin' to your mommy and her bullcrap. Especially since Seelix was part of the circle." At the sound of her six- month- old son giggling hysterically, Cally scowled. She was going to kill them. She whirled around to find Brendan "Hotdog" Constanza holding up her baby boy with one hand while he tickled Nik's stomach with the other.

"What are you doing here?" Cally asked with a glare.

Hotdog smirked as he began to bounce Nik on his hip. "Time for breakfast."

"And we're not feeding that thing." Samuel Anders jumped in as he walked up with Hera Agathon, Helo and the Toaster's daughter, in his arms. Cally wasn't particularly fond of Athena, but was best friends with Helo. Therefore, she tolerated the Toaster, but refused to call her anything but what she was…a kitchen appliance.

Cally glared. "I KNOW you did NOT just refer to MY son as a THING! Especially when you're toting around the half-idiot half-toaster hybrid." Cally grinned as she stepped forward. "Hey Toastie." She may have hated Sharon, but she loved Hera. Toastie was simply an endearment she used for the small girl.

Toastie, who was almost two years old and was far smarter than any human child, beamed as she waved. "Hey."

Cally laughed lightly at the beautiful little girl as she turned to exit the Flight Deck in route to the mess. "Where's Casey?"

Hotdog and Sammy both fell into step beside her, Hotdog on her left and Sammy on her right.

"Casey's with Pop Pop." Hotdog snickered.

Casey was Kara's stepdaughter. Leoben had given the adorable little blonde girl to Kara when he brainwashed her on New Caprica. Once back on the Galactica the child had to be tested by Doc Cancer and they found out that Casey was not actually Kara's daughter. Although they had searched for Casey's mother with the help of President Roslin, the woman had not been found and Kara was under the impression that she may have died on New Caprica. Kara treated Casey like she was her own daughter even if she wasn't. To everyone's surprise, except for Cally, Kara was a very good mother.

"So…" Sammy began, breaking through Cally's train of thought. He sounded amused, which could never be a good thing. "Chief?"

Cally growled as she quickened her pace. Both Hotdog and Sammy laughed as they followed after her. She was going to assassinate the Admiral.

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